"All kinds of funny little feminine vanities.
Perhaps I wanted to see whether I hadn't gone off.

Perhaps I wanted to try to feel good-looking even if I wasn't.

Perhaps I thought my dear old Majy was sick to death of the hospital uniform perfumed with disinfectant.

Perhaps it was just a catlike longing for comfort.
Anyhow, I'm glad you like me." "My dear Betty," said I, "I adore you." "And I you," she laughed.

"So there's a pair of us." She lit a cigarette and sipped her coffee.